HonkTonkWoman

Every bean deserves to flicked, some beans just need a lil guidance.

Here’s a really disturbing Garfield you can mix in for some variety:

Digital Cat Buttholes. It’s not a musical controversy worth discussing if it doesn’t involve digitally animated cat buttholes.

Andrew Lloyd Webber is laughing at this lil dust up.

It’s meant to be more of a modest message of hope.

“Buy a douchenozzle, don’t be a douchenozzle” - the greatest lesson humanity will ever learn.

Don’t want to send up a flare unnecessarily, but I used to see that patterning on machines with dead logic boards.

My last 17” MBP did that shortly before the board died completely & left me s.o.l. If you’re still under warranty or AC, maybe worth getting it checked?

I am not certain if this would be an issue with M-Series machines. If anyone knows for sure, I’d appreciate any info.

Not sure where this shot was taken but…

A lil further south, you can find similar views, overlooking Washington & Jefferson National Forest, from Lovers’ Leap & 12 O’Clock Knob.

I didn’t either, but it’s apparently a boating term that means to raise the bow of the boat by adjusting the boats trim.

I guess this can also be done by overloading the rear of the boat? I know some boats have bladders on either side of the rear of the boat, called ballasts, that do this.

This is from a comment on this cartoon, in the farside archive:

"Trim is simply the running angle of the boat as it makes way in the water; when we adjust the trim, we raise or lower the bow (the front of the boat)."

It’s just a lil seepage, I’m sure the teen’ll be just fine. Everyone has at least a few brain cells leak out & drip down their ear… in some cultures it’s considered a right of passage!

It’s like the cooties… the key ring is the equivalent of “circle circle dot dot now you’ve had your cooties shot” because today’s youth are spoiled.

The times have surely changed. Kids and their fancy ass key rings… all I got was a titty twister & a loogey in the palm.

“I come with the stench of pre-bottled blood of the new born on my breath, & enough peyote to last until the rapture! Now where’s that lil dude? Need somebody to light my fire!”

I don't care if Tuesday's fucking ugly

and Wednesday’s worse

Thursday, Friday, no remorse

Monday we’ll all fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday, realize we all smell like farts

Oh, Thursday doesn't even start…

It’s Friday, I’m ~~in love~~ still fucking glad I voted